This is a song about "Sarah doyle"

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Debating is futile, don't believe me, ask sarah palin,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Sniffin cocaine like sarah palin

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her